You berries once, In early hours, Were pretty buds, And then fair flowers. Drop, drop at once, Your life is done; You cannot feel The dew or sun. We are the same, First buds, then flowers; Hard berries then, In our last hours. Sweet buds, fair flowers, Hard berries then -- Such is the life Of plants and men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |